xans: Xans (Tragic Heroes)
Jim Beam Rye and coke makes me happy. And I don't mean just the 'heading towards tipsy' happy, I mean happy, because it's a fine tasting drink. And I like that. And I like that my dad gave it to me for my birthday. But what makes me happier? Sharing* a glass with my darling man as we watch the movie Gran Torino. That was a movie we saw trailers for, but did not go to the movies to see. I'm still really glad we own it now. It's just a wonderful movie. It's funny and bittersweet and real.

*I first typed that out as 'sharking' which is a whole new typo-word I've not come across before. But part of me wonders how the definition would go for such a word. Hunting sharks? Pretending to be a shark? Chasing wo/menfolk in a predatory yet lusty manner?

Got three whole hours on Sacred 2 today, without it crashing, although I swear it came close two or three times. Not to mention three hours on that game, for all I didn't seem to actually do a lot, was, well, quite enough thank-you.

I didn't straighten my hair like I planned to, or do the load of laundry. Both of those can be done tomorrow, though. In the morning. Because tomorrow afternoon Alan and I are visiting the Southward Car Museum. That shall be fun.

Fin.

WTF

Aug. 10th, 2009 07:10 pm
xans: Xans (Piglet Will Cut You)
So I was taking a walk today, down by the river, listening to my mp3 player as I do, and I didn't pay too much attention when this maori guy passed me on his bicycle and ended up parking at a bench ahead of me, and saying 'hi' as I walked by. I gave a nod, and carried on. There were plenty of other people using the path, so I didn't feel too unsafe, but I suppose part of me did take note...

Even with my player going, I kept aware of my surroundings, and I approached this part where the path had two splits off the main path. I was planning to take one, but I checked behind me first, and there was the guy on the bike! He went up the other split, and I kept my eye on that path to make sure he didn't see me going up the other one. One can never be too safe.

But!!!!! I was at the top of the path, and glanced back one more time, and there he was! I played it cool, but was glad I could see at least one other person, so I could yell out if anything happened. He came up next to me, and asked a question I didn't hear over my music (loud part of the song) and so I pulled off a headphone to have him repeat the question.

"Excuse me, but do you smoke pot?"

Uh, what? "...No."

I went to put my headphone back on. "Um, are you single?"

"Noooo."

"Oh, sorry to bother you, sorry. Have a good evening!" And he turned around and cycled off.

WTF HAMILTON? WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK?! This is about as disturbing as the event about three years ago where, on Wellington St I believe, a man pulled over next to me originally asked for directions, which turned into asking me to coffee, and then turned into asking if I'd like to make a little money, say $100 for a good time, negotiable if I tell my (fictitious) boyfriend...

This placed is more messed up than I ever remembered it.

The other news today is that I finished Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. All I can say is, there are so many balls jokes in there.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Galactic Peace)
Yet another story out of my cousin John recently, same old style, but not the usual subject...

Yesterday we were celebrating Thanksgiving with a family from our church. I don’t recall how the topic came up, but somehow I found myself talking about my childhood, specifically the story you’re about to read. Thinking about it was so fun I decided to write this story. No, this is not my typical story about my zany adventures at work; this is a story about being a juvenile delinquent.

So there I was…


…Sitting in my sixth grade science class listening to Mr. Brannon, my teacher, wax eloquently about the structure of atoms. This was my first foray into nuclear science, and I was fascinated. I sat transfixed as he described the way protons, neutrons, and electrons interact with each other and bond to form atoms. Right then and there I decided to be a nuclear physicist. Of course, that didn’t last once I learned my brain doesn’t wrap itself around differential equations and other types of math that doesn’t even involve numbers, but that’s not the point of the story.

It got even better when Mr. Brannon explained the process of electrolysis, where electrical current is run through water to break apart the hydrogen and oxygen molecules. He demonstrated it by running current through a beaker full of water, and we could all see the tiny gas bubbles forming on the electrodes.

I said to myself, “Self,” (that’s what I call myself), “We have an easy, cheap way of obtaining two pure, highly flammable gasses. Now what can we do with that?”

Imagine, if you will, the metaphorical light bulb over my head pulsating with sheer delight when I came up with the idea. I rushed home after school and went right into the garage, not even bothering to drop my backpack in the house. I got a five-gallon bucket, filled it with water, and brought it back into the garage. In hindsight twenty years later, I think maybe doing this in the garage wasn’t a good idea, but that’s neither here nor there.

Once I had a bucket of water, I stole some wire coat hangers from in the house and cut the straight bottoms off them. That way I had two straight wires about a foot long each. I set those aside. I dug out dad’s car battery charger and set it up next to the bucket, then put the wires into the alligator clips. I stuck the alligator clips into the water and made sure they didn’t touch – I wanted the current going through the water, not completing a circuit between the electrodes. My next step was to put a garbage bag over the bucket and tape it off with masking tape (I didn’t use the ol’ standby of duct tape because I didn’t want the bag to tear when I tore it off). Finally, I plugged in the battery charger.

Being merely twelve years old, I had the patience of a twelve year-old. I could barely contain myself waiting for the bag to fill up, which took almost a week if memory serves me. It felt like it took all year, though, and at times I wondered if I was going to be married and moved away before I had a garbage bag of 2/3 hydrogen and 1/3 oxygen.

In the meantime, however, I got a two-foot length of cannon fuse from a friend, James. You see, hobby shops at the time regularly sold cannon fuse. It wasn’t hard to come by, wasn’t controlled, and apparently no one assumed twelve year-olds buying cannon fuse were up to anything dangerous (don’t let your twelve year-olds read this, but it still holds true today. Just go to the black powder section of Sportsman’s Warehouse).

Ok, the longest week of my life (up until then) was over, and the bag was full of flammable gas. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling as I carefully pealed the masking tape off, then quickly closed the bag so as not to lose any of the precious material inside. I inserted the fuse so about twenty inches or so was sticking out the bottom, then taped the bag shut.

Essentially, I had just created a garbage bag-sized balloon that was lighter than air (due to being 2/3 hydrogen) and had a fuse for a handle. HOW AWESOME!!!

I hadn’t bothered to tell any of my friends about my little “science experiment,” for fear their sixth grade mouths would run and tell someone. I took my experiment outside by myself into the alley behind our garage, lit the fuse, and let go.

It was a beautiful thing to watch that brown garbage bag float higher and higher, anxiously awaiting the impending earth-shattering kaboom. I had planned for my own safety very well, however, by making the fuse so long – I didn’t want to be anywhere near that thing when it exploded. In the two minutes or so it took the fuse to burn down, the balloon floated so high I couldn’t even see it anymore. “Darn,” I said to myself, thinking it would be too far away to enjoy the benefits of my labor.

BOOOOOOMMM!!!! Came the report. I couldn’t actually see the bag anymore, but a big orange and blue ball of flame was all the evidence I needed to know where it was – er, had been. I doubt any fragments of the bag survived, and even if they did I never found them. About three seconds later, I think, I actually felt the shockwave push against my head and chest, and car alarms started going off throughout the neighborhood (those were a new thing in those days).

I was so giddy I actually started jumping up and down, laughing hysterically in a way that strangely reminds me of my two year-old son today. Every time he gets excited and starts laughing like that, I think of how grey my hair is going to be in about ten years.

DOOM ON ME!!!

THIS.

Oct. 30th, 2008 10:58 am
xans: Xans (Money Back)
My brother--!

OhdeargodWHY? )

There goes Japan.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Porn)
Yesterday this girl came through my checkout with a t-shirt that read, "Sweet in just the right places" or something very similar. I can't tell you how swiftly my mind flew to the dirtybadwrong place and I played the "Is she hot enough to go gay for?" game for a couple of seconds there. And in my mind Alan was watching with approval, 'cause he's a dirty lusty man. :D

It will be one year with him next month and he still makes me deliriously happy.

Fin.

*snicker*

May. 1st, 2008 03:41 pm
xans: Xans (Galactic Peace)
The great thing about being, like, one of two people on a f-list is that friend memes end up, sometimes, being all about me.

Voice of the ship's computer: _xanthia
Finds mandatory uniform unflattering: _xanthia
Looks sexy in mandatory uniform: _xanthia
Ripped sleeves off mandatory uniform: _xanthia
Spends an unhealthy amount of time in the weapons locker: pandoras_evil_t

'Course, when I do the meme...

LiveJournal Username
Spaceship Name
Spaceship Size
How is the spaceship piloted?
How is the spaceship powered?
What's the upholstery like on the seats?
How do you see outside the spaceship?
What's the spaceship's primary purpose?
What's the Captain's catchphrase?
Main Weapon System:Galactic Motion Inhibitor
Main Defensive System:Love
Chance of catastrophic failure at critical moments
33%
Voice of the ship's computer:iharthdarth
Finds mandatory uniform unflattering:ervinai
Looks sexy in mandatory uniform:rackle_binackle
Ripped sleeves off mandatory uniform:pandoras_evil_t
Spends an unhealthy amount of time in the weapons locker:cynicalpirate
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LiveJournal Username
The name of the movie
Rating
Setting
Background Music
Political Outlook
Mood of Ending
Has a hilarious-looking afrojuliarchy
Appears mostly for a gratuitous sex scenethesimpleman
Feels it necessary to wear aviator sunglassespeaseblossom03
Plays a minority in a way modern viewers find racistishimish
Utters the catchphrase that will remain in American pop cultureishimish
Comic reliefdragonsdream
Cult Classic?True
Most repeated phrase on DVD commentary trackThat's me, pretending I hadn't lost three fingers earlier in the shoot.
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'Cause I haven't done memes in a while, and these crack me up.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
Only I would have a dream in which my rescuer from a man torturing me (that turned into me kicking said torturer's ass) would be Jesus Christ. And I was polite but firm in thanking Our Lord and Saviour, but no, I was not interested in becoming a devout Christian, ever, despite the fact he had just saved me.

Then I got to make a grand entrance into a tavern on a Santa sleigh, wearing a chain outfit made by my darling that at this point is only theoretical, in order to get pished with Jack Sparrow and shock some poor Indian bartender by my lack of dress.

Yep. My dreams are on crack.

Fin.

Virginia

Oct. 18th, 2007 11:45 am
xans: Xans (Seabeck Hicks)
V - is for voracious. 'Cause when I'm hungry, I eat enough for for two. Villages.
I - is for imagination. Mine is very vivid and active and porny.
R - is for ribald. Porn. Swearing. All that fucking jazz.
G - is for gorgeous. Hey, if I keep being told that, it must be true, right? Right!
I - is also for irony. Also goes along with sarcastic and snarky.
N - is for nifty. 'Cause I am. :P
I - is also for I. As in, me, myself, and I. I am the centre of your universe.
A - is for arrogant. I know I am. I don't mind.

Guess the meme. Play it if you want.

Heh. Just realised R could also be for red, as in... the colour of my hair now. Hypnotic Red it's called. It's very red and pretty. :D

Rawr.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
I don't know how many of you on my f-list pay attention to [livejournal.com profile] abe_kroenen, but, I figure maybe you'll get a kick outta these even if you don't:



And I'll just go back to lurking...

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
What Xanthia Means

X is for XXX

A is for Articulate

N is for Naughty

T is for Thoughtful

H is for Hardworking

I is for Insane

A is for Alert


Count Rugen

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti




A recent [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes post involving math and gamer geekery, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] palmer_kun and the like, means I will forever adore this post about a Burning Goat. Hee!

Also, sidenote of weirdness, perhaps as a disappointment on Supernatural not showing on Friday, and also overheatedness (I went to bed in many wrm layers and that probably gave my dreams a twisted turn), but I dreamed about them last night, too. I don't remember much, but in my dream Sam was left facing the ghost things alone, unarmed, because Dean was...doing something with Papa Winchester...but they showed up in the nick of time to help Sam. But Sam wouldn't talk to his dad, just grabbed some stuff out of the trunk and went back to face the ghosty creature and I sorta lost the plot after that. It was just weird watching Sam all angsty but also in charge.

I also dreamed about SGA a wee tiny bit, and, well, my spaceship. Yeah, Valerie. She showed up in my mind some weeks ago, and been prodding me to design her layout, and further discussions with Matt are hammering out technological things. And now I'm figuring out her crew. This is all sorts of fun, but it invaded my dreams, damnit, and that's just crazy-obsessive of my brain.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Abby & Gibbs)
So, [livejournal.com profile] ana_grrl has posted a Multifandom Challenge: Small and Fuzzy During an Apocalypse . As she says:

It's spring! The sun is shining, the birds are nesting, and I don't have to wear 20 layers to go outside. I love spring. You know what spring makes me think of? Bunnies. And puppies! And the end of the world (nothing like a springtime apocalypse, I always say).

This challenge is about fuzzy (and possibly small) creatures and an end of the world scenario (or a post-apocalyptic one). How you include small fuzzy creatures is up to you! It could be in passing (Daniel mentions a legend involving puppies of the apocalypse?); they could be central to the story (zoonotic infections, anyone?); penguins could take over the world; it could be about Jake, the fuzzy doggy friend of Cylons and humans alike. Funny or grim, whatever strikes your fancy. Go nuts!


All the details are in her journal (follow the link above). Go have a look! Hell, write something and post it! Maybe even pimp it like I am! The challenge lasts until next monday, April 2nd. Not enough time? Bah, even I managed to get inspired. It's just a bit of fun. C'moooonnn.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Steal Shit)
Part of being a student means having an experimental mindset when it comes to food. As I like to refer myself to poor and starving, I sometimes have to balance covering nutritional necessities, food cravings, shelf-life, and cost. Sometimes I'm using less than $30 to last me two weeks worth of meals. It also means having a steady supply of rice, pasta, and sometimes potatoes as a base for meals. *shrugs*

It helps, in a way, that I am a geek, because I picked up the habit long ago of skipping a meal or two in favour of reading, or games. And, sometimes, I just ain't hungry, y'know? (Frustratingly enough, I also have those opposite times when every five minutes my tummy's rumbling and I haven't always done anything to warrant such an appetite) But, also, after some weirdness when I was 17 involving an almost inability to eat leading to depression, I try to be aware of how much I can get away with not eating before I'm gonna seriously crash. And try not to pull anything stupid like that ever again.

So, given that I sometimes have a fairly limited budget, and in the case of right now--no fridge, so many perishables are out--I have learned to be a bit, hmmm, crazy, shall we say? How to make limited ingredients meet dietary needs and also be palatable. To not make something so often I get sick of it. To find what tastes good while also being something you won't find in any recipe book.

I have to admit, some of my meals have been downright weird. There was this one that involved cucumber, apple, chicken soup, and I can't remember what else--maybe carrot, tomato, and either potato or rice--that was actually quite nice. And many meals contain noodles of some kind. So I've learned to make things to make the noodles not so plain. Like last night, I wanted to try something completely different, and it turned out to be delicious. Would have gone down well cold as well, methinks. That was some salad/cooking oil, oregano, a few drops of XXX hot sauce, and some lemon pepper dressing/marinade poured over the noodles and eggs. Sometimes I put some curry powder in with the rice when I microwave it, or coconut oil for flavouring.

I'm very good at sort of throwing things together. Like, if there's several things of leftovers in the fridge, but none of them is enough to be a meal in its own right? And, y'know, it's a horrible thing to let leftovers go to waste... gods, mum and Gary were terrible about this. I used to get so frustrated about the clutter in the fridge. Once, we'd lost power for one reason or another, but the fridge and freezer needed cleaning out, and I complained to mum about finding two or more bottles of the same thing, both partially used (and then, if I could, I put them in one bottle alone), and her excuse? Not being able to find the first one because of so much stuff in the fridge. And whose fault was that, I wonder? Um. Anyway. Mixing up leftovers.

That week or so I spent babysitting Amarah with Laura and Savannah? There were a couple nights there where I had to cobble something together, because Dad and Suzy were off doing other things, and Laura's no kitchen goddess. Gods, trying to think up quick, easy meals that taste nice and the girls would actually eat. And using leftovers. Apparently, frying up some mince and then adding leftover baked beans and tinned spaghetti was a stroke of genius. Huh.

Of course, over the summer, Thursday nights were my time to shine and give Dad and Suzy a break from the kitchen. Many times, Suzy would end up complaining, not because my cooking sucks, but because Dad invariably had a compliment for me (excluding the really simple stuff, like meat pies and peas). Apparently her forays into cooking don't garner such thanks and praise. But still, most meals I cobbled together went down well with both of them, even though I often forgot Suzy doesn't have the same appetite as me and my father, and her serving was almost always too much.

*giggles* The one time I had fish and chips for lunch and was still too full for my own cooking five or so hours later, I was henceforth verboten from having big lunches--ever--so I didn't spoil my dinner. There were a few meals that I'm pretty sure Dad didn't care for a repeat, because he'd say it was, "Nice," "Okay," or "Different," which was about the best Suzy usually got from him about her cooking, if he even commented on it at all. His excuse was that he was encouraging me in my cooking, and Suzy would wonder why she wasn't being encouraged, also? I suppose because as his wife it was expected she cook. *grins*

Now, generally speaking, I don't consider any particular food as something I'm addicted to. Like, particularly known addictive things, such as coffee, or alcohol. One might argue chocolate is addictive also. Certainly, these are all things I enjoy, sometimes in large quantities (and of decent quality). However, I can, have, and will go without one or more of these for days, weeks, or months at a time. No withdrawal, and many times, no cravings.

I think it's entirely likely, however, I am actually addicted to sugar. I simply have to have something/anything sweet to satisfy my sugar cravings. I'm positive at one stage I was truly addicted to soda pop, until my mother went and removed the temptation from the house as she worked on improving her diet to lower cholesterol and all that fun stuff. I did insist, however, that she replace the soda with Capri Sun so I had some sort of drink to take with me for lunches because plain water was something I hated.

Well, I kicked the soda addiction, but I don't think I've ever truly lost the sugar addiction. I suppose it's something of the western world, and the prevalence of sugar in so many foods. But sometimes sweet is just what I need. Though, that doesn't necessarily mean unhealthy. 'Cause fruit is sweet (and sometimes sharp and tangy, mmm) or honey. Oh, honey. Many blessings upon bees and their fine creations. I love honey.

And there's peanutbutter. Oh my god, as a child, I adored the stuff (my dad and brother claimed it made me fart a lot, but I just farted all the time to gross them out. Oh, wait, wasn't I supposed to be a girl? *snerk*) But peanutbutter goes with so many things. Honey, jam, cheese, celery, banana, in a sauce over lamb/beef kebabs and rice... but not chocolate. No, no, no, never with chocolate. Peanuts and chocolate is also a bad combo. (I may be this prejudiced after an incident involving a jumbo bag of peanut M&Ms, and a movie theatre, but, I can truthfully say I've always hated peanutbutter cups liek whoa.) Also, vegemite. I love vegemite, but I'd have to be on crack to mix it with peanutbutter, methinks.

Back to coffee, I was just chatting with my mum about it involving a similar rant to the one in my last entry... I mentioned I should look into acquiring proper coffee grounds, as I own a single-person/serving plunger for my real coffee needs. Part of that again, is budget--coffee is a low priority given my lack of addiction, and real coffee, well, I can't remember how much it is, actually. I joked that it's a pity they don't sell the big cans of Folger's coffee grounds (or if they do, I don't know where to find them) 'cause one of those would last me for ages. And now? She's looking into sending me one, though it would be by surface 'cause I imagine a package just over 1KG would cost a fair bit to send. I love my mum.

Okay, that's enough of my rambling for now. Almost time for me to make some dinner. :D

Fin.
xans: Xans (Borg Physics)
LIVEJOURNAL SCATTEGORIES
Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

H )

President Grant: Mr. West, not every situation requires your patented approach of shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more and then when everybody's dead try to ask a question or two. ~Wild Wild West

I wish I could say my life is full of interesting happenings. It's not. Nothing major is going on... I mean, there's a guy, kind of (I'm not sure what we are, beyond having sex on occasion), and there's life stuff... I'm probably being slack somewhere or another.

My mother, bless her, sent me a money order for $75US that converts to just over $100NZ for bike accessories that I haven't acquired yet. I've thanked her many times, 'cause I'd thought I'd have to save up for that stuff over time.

I've started watching Without a Trace on Thursdays, just because. It's okay, but not a show I think I'll be passionate about.

I texted my dad the other weekend about whether or not he's got my Serenity DVD but he never replied. I don't know what all busy stuff he's got going on in his life, but he's been slow on email replies too. 'Cause he sent my brother and I an email a while ago about some life insurance policy taken out on us when we were kids, that made v. little sense to me, and it took a while for him to reply to my rather confused, "Wha...?" I'm still not sure what it's all about, except that he's kindly contacting the lawyers for us about quotes and stuff.

My brain is clearly on some strange drug, given some of the dreams I've had lately. One involved me sleeping with one guy and pregnant with his kid, when I took up with not only an old one night stand, but a third guy, and, somehwere in all this my family was visiting and being all friendly to everyone. I'm still not sure how no one was mad at me for playing three guys like that. And being pregnant.

...and that's about it, really. Nothing interesting here, carry on your way, 'bye now.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Flirt)
David and Emily, or Booth and Bones. They crack me up. They're cute. And funny. I was watching some of their other interviews, and I love the little bits of contact they share, where, like, he'll be casually rubbing her shoulder and stuff. Yes, I am weird like that.

Also, for whatever reason, currently facing a kinda sorta obsession with the name Valerie, particularly as the name of a spaceship, or a cherry red '67 mustang. Don't ask.

Fin.

WTF

Mar. 2nd, 2007 07:13 am
xans: Xans (Shenanigans)
Fandom totally ate my dreams last night. That, and other weird stuff. Blah.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Mal's Cartridge)
Had crazy dreams last night, like reading on lj some meme [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03 posted involving adjectives and the alphabet and much love for her husband...

[livejournal.com profile] ervinai posting a picture she took of herself in the mirror but she had my hair like when it was long (but coloured a strange reddish-purple that only comes from a bottle), and then, my dad seeing the picture and talking to some friends of his about how I once sent a message to someone through a mirror (for whatever reason, one of his friends was laying into our block of cheese for a meal)...

Going on some exchange trip where I upset a pair of my hosts because I set about monopolising and educating their attractive and innocent young friend...

There were more, stranger things, but they were lost in the light of morning.

Today is my neice Amarah's 2nd birthday. There was a bbq for her last night. Her brother was really excited about her presents and wanted to play with them all, which led to tantrums when we told him to give up whichever toy he had that Amarah wanted to play with. Like, she got a little bicycle with training wheel and one of those poles out the back a parent can push and steer with, and she got this little car she can push herself around in.

She was so cute when I started chasing her around and she was was giggling and I was tickling her... and I figured out the right speed to push her on the bike so she could keep her feet on the pedals as they went around. Thing was, she got the bright idea to push me around, and so I had to push myself around on the bike, which I was way too big for. That seat was small, and hard, and I've got a bruise on my bum, damnit.

Her other cute little game was when it came time for cake and ice cream. She was still playing around with her car, so I was taking a spoonful of ice cream from Suzy and holding it out for Amarah. A couple times she went for the playful 'run away, run back' routine, while giggling.

Today I went and had lunch with Ange and her cousin Lisa Marie and McCafe. Near fucking died from the mugginess. I dressed wrong for the weather. Oops. Anyway, went back to Ange's, and while Lisa Marie watched this cheapo-crap version of Beauty and the Beast, I made brownies and Ange did the dishes. Then we watched Cars and ate brownies. And then I came home.

I need to hit up the dairy for some more milk, or I'll have none for cereal in the morning if I feel like cereal for breakfast. *shrugs* Eh, bien.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot)
So, not only did I have a crazy dream about a live-action Ronin Warriors movie (along with other random superheroes, wtf), but I dreamt about looking it up on IMDB for more information. And that the movie was called "Like Us"...and yeah. Crazy, confusing, weird. And that's just one of my dreams, the one I can remember 'tany rate.

I missed seeing LJ all Talk Like a Pirate-y with ships and eye patches and whatever else they did. I was hanging out with Grant. His flat is having a BBQ on Saturday that I'm going to as well. Yay.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Wilson is God)
So, I had this dream. Well, you know me--I dream, or rather, I remember my dreams in fairly vivid detail quite often. Well, there was one I had last night that I found rather strange. Not as in, it was so totally on crack strange, but more... well, it was just kinda odd. Now in my dream, it was Wednesday and I'd gone to meet up with Grant (because we are, in fact, going to meet up tomorrow and figure out "something social to do..." *snickers* I love me some gutter mind at a time like this), although in my dream we met up in the evening, not the afternoon as is currently planned. And that was going well. Whatever it was we ended up doing, we were enjoying ourselves.

And then, we're walking along fairly aimlessly in The City* when Aston shows up. I'm all, "Oh my God! What're you doing here?!" And, like, these friends of Grant's show up and they all already know Aston--in my dream I wasn't surprised, because Aston could be quite loud and memorable from our stints out on the town with all Rowena's Crew, way back in February and March.

*The City is not an actual town, really, but rather my mind's strange culmulation of city-esque features and I dream of this place often, sort of like when I dream about old schools or houses that aren't quite as they are in reality, but my brain has twisted them somehow. So, we were in The City, and all that jazz...

Now, somehow I'd hurt my knee and Grant had wrapped it up in a bandage... and this group of us are just sitting and standing around on this footpath and I decide to go over and talk to Aston. I want to ask him all sorts of questions like, had he gone to the World Cup in Germany? What's he been up to these last months? And why the hell is he still in NZ? I had a drink with me, just a glass of water, but I spilled it and I sat down and got my bandage soaked. "Shit," I said. And he asks in this annoyed/bitter tone, "Why do I always have to take care of you?"

Well, I'm hurt. And confused. I reply a tad defensively, "I have never asked you to take care of me. I'm not asking you to now." I decided that if he was going to be like that, bugger trying to caatch up,a nd i walk off through the groupe to find Grant again, since he's bound to be better company than an old fling being a prick for no reason.

So that was my dream. Weird shit.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Panic)
I had these crazy yet awesome dreams last night. Okay, well, maybe not the one about the eggs... and stuff... but... I had like, two little sisters that got taken by the Seven Deadly Sins and I had to get them back from the realm of faerie/immortal before our mother noticed. The Seven Deadly Sins were like, anthromorphic personifications of the Sins, although for some reason while I met them, I only remember being able to name three of them: Greed, Lies, and Sugar...no, I don't know why Sugar became a deadly sin in my mind...

Anyway, I persuaded them to let me go home with my sisters, made a big grand exit that was tres cool (I'm sure they were impressed. I'm sure they liked me, but they were happy to see me go, too.) Get back and it was as if it had all been a dream, sisters never gone and stuff. And then I ended up getting really mad at our mother because she was so busy with some political something or other and neglecting my sisters...

There was more that I can't remember. It was a fun lot of dreams though. Wicked crazy.

Fin.
xans: Xans (R/T ftw)
So over at [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes there's this post which led to a meta-meta and in the comments of that post, [livejournal.com profile] apey1013 had this to say: Half-Life of Gay is the best band name EVER. They're logo would be a rainbow colored radiation symbol.

(okay, it's should be 'their', but you gotta love the theory) Seriously, wish that band existed. 'Twould be fabulous.

This morning I washed a shitload of dishes because some people seem to be incapable of cleaning up after themselves. I was thanked, and then I rewarded myself with some chocolate (dark ghana even). Yay, it's Friday, and I have a party to look forward to this weekend.

Fin.

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